i waited for the last breath,
(and i was pulsing with grace)
tingling my teeth)
as i was dreaming of tall trees
to stay the waning gaze for life,
like a home atop of a hill, staring out
the gulping sea.
allure and mystery once again spent,
the wind has blown me to the edge.
(i killed so many spiders lurking
in the halls inside my head,
now a mantis is thirsty for revenge.)
they say depature by one's own hand
is sudden
and a listless dark:
(i betrayed my eyes, where i was torn apart
too many times with a folded smile...)
it is a copper arrow lodging deeper,
its taste corroding the blood with rust.
i hold out my wings and let the fire sail away)
it is a sky blurred with gray
and a pathway of nettles and knives.
to yield oneself from a future,
is a vicious kiss to a life even one person followed.
(and my arms row through the thin opaque)
but for some, down is the only way.
(i fall like the hand devoured by lust.)
i held the world in a rabbit's gentle glaze
and made a mess more times than the dank
daylight remade the mistakes in my bed
(this, one last scramble through the air...
in the end i did give in, but never up
... for a reason not to fly.)
for there are only but cruel whispers in my mind,
of all those chances i could not compose.
(and my body beats on the glorious glass tide,
for you one tender murmur,
in place of the pained whimper...)
i would never learn to sing in such low places.
and for me, descending was my faith.